in my youth i took a trip
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my first initial acid trip
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and it hit me like a ton of bricks
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my eyes they quickly dialated
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i began hallucinating
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at the tender age of seventeen
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as i watched the tv
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my dog speaking to me
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telling me i'm going insane
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i recall a scene it's halloween
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and i am dressed as a drag queen
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peaking to the point of no return
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i met a man i shook his hand
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he spoke i could not understand
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he was covered with flies and afterbirth
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the mandrills were singing
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the bees they were stinging
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as pink flamingos laid dead on the ground
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i am the witness
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i am mohammed
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i am the elephant man
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these are strange days
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beautifully chaotic
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in a burning metropolis
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tuning in and dropping out
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dancing buddha's twist and shout
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buddhatomic christ is love who
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resurrects the flower head
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cherishing the subtleties
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illusion is reality
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swimming the electric ocean
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souls at rest were set in motion
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martianss perform autopsies
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on cattle anal cavities
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frontal lobe labotomies
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electric shocking chimpanzees
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this cause of sorrow is desire
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ego fuels the selfish fire
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illusion is reality
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quantum sychronicity
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the mandrills were singing
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the bees they were stinging
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as pink flamingos lay dead on the ground
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visions so clearly
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of timothy leary
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the godfather of the movement
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i am the witness
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i am mohammed
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i am the elephant man
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these are strange days
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beautifully chaotic
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in a burning metropolis
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The Acid Memoirs
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| Dog Fashion Disco |
